the drizzle, frankly my dear, is geting to me…this is starting to feel like the Oregon coast…mushrooms, mold and ….where’s the tavern and the plaid shirts, the shuffleboard…no..not shuffleboard…WTF? the thing with the long laminated/polished top and the pucks that you tried to hang up in the zone….christ…a mind is a terrible thing to waste….got a call from a voice outa the past earlier…Marina/aka Maka, the Georgian witch who learned to field strip AK-47’s in grade school
look at the size of these balls!
fortunately, the phone connection between here and Costa Rica was bad…should I fly her out? what little reputation remains…hey, I’m gay, right? well, not quite…I’m just very very happy…el muro…says that monday is open bar…if that means what i think it means….only one way to find out and being a serious delver into facts…i gotta go…delver into facts? i actually wrote that? the town is/was subdued…aka quiet…no street action..subdued equals less than a full dude? christ…marina in antigua?
trouble with a capital T
i guess i should find an AK for her to practice on…touch my clip…oops..
Our Man in Antigua 
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